You walk with me, I walk with you
Together we keep each other company...
You morph in my shape,
Not a strand of hair out of place,
Why would my feelings be any different then?
Are you telling me to look inward?

But unlike the breath that stays with me both day and night and I feel her, you have a liking only for the light.

Why do you do that?

Only manifest when the world is shining and gone when the stars are shining...
You might say why do you even care because we do not speak even when I am there.
True. The fault is mine. I should.
Reflect on your being.

Will you tell me who you are?
Will you find a voice in me?
Will you see the world through my eyes?
Will you marvel and agonize like I do?
Will we ever know each other?

I may pride now in knowing that you exist because I do,
But would you come shatter it?

Wouldn't it be a delight to know that I exist because you do?

I read something someone wrote today
It shocked me so much i nearly melted away.
What a lucky guy i thought to myself
To have someone appreciate them for being themselves.
To enjoy reading their writing
And want to know more about what drives them.
I don’t know if they were talking about me
Because i could just be wanting to be seen.
I couldn’t help but think about their questions
What my answers would be
If it was me who could satiate their curiosity?
I am into girls
But I am not in a relationship
I can be very overbearing and clingy
But I’m simply being me.
My favorite color?
Well i suppose I’m just as indecisive as any other
I enjoy dark shades of blue, purple, and red.
Oh wait! Does black or grey count as a color instead?
Coffee or tea? Hmm let’s see.
I really hope this wouldn’t be a deal breaker
For I’m not particularly into either flavor.
I’m a bit of a soda addict you see,
I love the caffeination and carbonation.
I may be a bit extreme.
But i suppose i can say that for almost all of me

oh puissant orchid
her kiss pursue
tell of a harlot
with malapropos foreseen
that itinerate she reckons
her untoward Soviet
from a storied depot now
a' la bleeding cape
and their diaphragm regime
but she's flagrant in Fremont
only so that he died as much again
with her earth scorched bear
whether desert storm's hand here
her beads oft rise a heroine.

an occidental
girl flap
was ****
as they'd
pass together
there and
she did
them fine
with nuance
now wet
but stark
or coy
with stalk
liaison so
curt  in
town tower's
suite'again

A schlepper ground with stars alight round movie
marquis a rightful pocket will pop a leader
to weigh in his conversation where

fire tight dreamer's surreptitious delight
when eggplant has garnished the haunt tonight
and there in a mercurial trance these numbers abound
in a matinee where such tones are plush.